I wake to find Ella by the window, stretching. Smiling, I yawn and sit up. Kyle comes waddling out of the spare room, climbing on the couch and sitting on my legs.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
It's a pity the dictionary has only one definition of beauty. In my world, there are 7.9 billion types of it- all different and still beautiful. — anne27